13 Crowns Novels & Stories

I suppressed the chuckle that threatened to slip past my lips. Kaizen was seated at the head of the table, his regal presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. The crown on his head caught my attention. The crown was a work of art, crafted from the finest gold and adorned with intricate designs and precious stones. As he turned his head, the light caught the jewels, sending shimmering beams of color cascading around the room. The crown fitted him perfectly, the metal curved to fit the contours of his skull, the weight distributed evenly across his brow. He looked up as I entered and called out to me, beckoning me to come and sit next to him. I felt a wave of anger rise within

Rehearsals for the crowning ceremony started in full force the following day. Sebastian spent the morning being fitted for his formal clothes and trying on the crown. It was odd to feel the weight of the crown on his head. It was a lot heavier than it had looked on his mother’s head. The crown was gold and had emeralds on each peak. It was centuries old and had to be restored every few years. The original fur lining had been replaced with synthetic fur ten years before for a better public image.

And I think the Moon Goddess hasn't just taken me to her kingdom yet, so that I can witness the rebirth of the monarchy. Drake advances with 3 other alphas. In the hands of the 3 alphas, 3 crowns on a cushion. - Queen Katniss, we took the liberty of having our best craftsmen make these crowns. All the packs present, and even those represented here by others, contributed with gold. The contribution was so great that it was enough to make 100 crowns. The gold that remains will be the fund for the royal army. 3 simple chairs, which Drake had asked Alex's parents for, are brought to the bottom of the stairs and the 3 mates go down and sit down.

“You should have seen the look on Tiffany’s face when they declared you the winner. Her mouth puckered like she was eating sour lemons.” Everyone snickers and settles down. Juliet takes the large crown with its glimmering rhinestones, places it over her head, and waves around her as if she’s waving at a real crowd. The crown is at least eleven and a half inches with a swirling heart pattern. A beautiful Waterford teardrop dangles in the center of it, gleaming with the light of the moon. Kell turns the crown on Juliet’s head, playfully tilting it to the side. “There you go. Now you have a gangsta crown.”

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

He quietly said, to the both of us. I had to reign in my temper, as it flared for a brief moment. Mad that all this could have ended so easily, without all the death and grief, if I had only known it was this simple. I opened and closed my mouth a few times, wanting to say something, but also knowing it wasn't the time. So I closed my mouth and bit back the outburst that was daring to come out. Lifting the smaller of the two plain gold crowns, he came to my side. The crown was simple, with no jewels, just woven pieces of precious metal, made to look like vines or branches twisting and coming to a peak.

Looking around him, he noticed that it was a truly beautiful place, although due to its size it seemed lonely, he realized that apart from Keil, there was no one else. Near the place where he was sitting he noticed a simple, but elegant black cane, which was floating motionless a short distance away and on his legs as if he were waiting for its owner was a crown of grayish metal with three prongs, in The base of each of those prongs was a beautiful gem, the gems on each side being pure white and absolute black, the one in the center had all the colors of the rainbow and was slowly changing from one side to the other. tonality. He casually placed the crown on his head, but doing that was a te

🖤 Alexandra 🖤 I want his lips on mine. The thought arrived completely uninvited, sitting itself down in the middle of my brain with the casual confidence of something that belonged there, while I stood in the doorway watching Jacob crouch down and kiss each of my babies on the forehead, one after the other, Loveth first, then Freddy, then Dean, then Lilly, who grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him back on the nose before he could straighten up.

Sanctioned means no one touches you—unless someone higher says they can. Caelric steps closer. “Where is the token.” The attacker’s eyes flick down, terrified. Soryn’s grip tightens, and the man whimpers. “Pocket—inside—” Caelric reaches in and pulls out something small. Metal. A coin-sized medallion. Even from across the room I can see the etching—too clean, too official. A crown shape. A vertical line through it like a blade. My blood turns cold. Caelric’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes harden into something I’ve only seen right before people disappear.